The Saint-Leyden district, the Upper Town, the East District, it has many names, and the most appropriate name is still the aristocratic district.

Standing on a hill facing the sea to the east of the city, the aristocratic quarter is well protected by traditional old-fashioned walls, and apart from the 30-degree cable car that runs along the avenue, there are few traces of modern industry in sight.

Here, the carriage is the real upper class, and the driver of the car is the inferior.

Even if the street lamp is an incandescent lamp that uses electricity, it is also made in the shape of a traditional kerosene palace lamp. A faint yellow light shines through the treetops, leaving mottled silhouettes on the floor tiles.

The Dorothy salon is located in a small villa on the edge of the aristocratic quarter.

Compared to the mansions of the real aristocracy, the garden in front of the main building of this villa is not large, and the circular vestibule can barely accommodate eight carriages, and there is a passage for carriages to go out.

As soon as he got out of the car through the iron gate opened by the servant, Mark heard the melodious music faintly coming from the salon. Unlike radios, which still have strong electronic noises in this era, this sound is more pure, clear, and melodious.

Well, it's the sound of a gramophone.

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler greeted him, smiled and bowed.

"Mr. Destini, my lord can't wait to hear the story of your great adventures."

Mark 'recognized' an old acquaintance: this was Dorothy's butler.

Mark smiled and replied, "I hope I and all the distinguished ladies can have a nice evening." ”

"Definitely."

Walking up the red carpet up three stairs, the glass-filled door was opened by the waiters.

Mark: "......"

Garion: "......"

Silent silence lasted less than half a second.

"New here?"

"Yes, sir. My name is Garion. "The dignified captain has stepped into his role, but with that humble attitude, God knows if there is 1% sincerity.

Mark nodded his head and said hello and walked inside.

Looking at Mark's back, there was an indescribable taste in Garion's eyes. Suddenly, a hand clapped over, and Garion hesitated for half a second, not flashing.

"Smack!" A slap on his ass.

It was the butler of Lady Dorothy who had just beaten him.

For Garion not resisting, Mr. Butler was quite satisfied: "Boy, it's not that you're not handsome, it's a pity that you're more suitable for the 'Ladies Night' organized by Dame Annasti next door." ”

When Garion thought of the 130-kilogram lady next door with wrinkles on her face that could hold soybeans, she suddenly wanted to vomit at lunch.

This is the sadness of the times, the more peaceful the era, the more unpopular the sunny macho man is.

In the next second, four rolls of money slipped into the inside of the belt on Garion's waist, almost falling into his pants.

"Be good at telling the story tonight." These are the words that the steward left behind.

It's like the employees of a haunted house in an amusement park, who naturally know what to do when they see a couple coming.

This is an additional cost.

It's just this way of tipping that makes Garian feel humiliated.

Mark didn't know about this scene.

Although the original owner had been here many times, he was actually here for the first time.

Between the columns on the right side of the spacious corridor are two-person high glass windows, and the light from the street lamps in the distance shines through the stained glass, casting dazzling light and shadow on the wall on the other side.

On the left, there are large-scale paintings that are close to the size of a mural, depicting the unchanging landscape of this port city in an impressionistic style: whether the waves crash on the shore, or the ancestors of the people of St. Layden ride the dhows through the waves.

On a low table between two paintings, a phonograph in the shape of a morning glory plays melodious music.

The wall lamps in the corridor also have a Western-style classical atmosphere, like the shape of a blooming begonia flower, because of the color of the glass, the incandescent lamp presents a light and shadow with yellow and red.

In this atmosphere, it seems that the entire corridor is covered with a light veil, and walking inside, there is a sense of trance through the time tunnel.

At the end of the hallway, through the waiter pulled open the brass handle, revealing the true face of the salon hall.

"Mark, you're here."

In the hall of nearly 100 square meters, a blonde lady in a black dress reclined on a chaise longue made of red flannel. She is not a peerless beauty, but her appearance is better than many class flowers.

The coiled hair on the back of her head, and where she sits, says a lot about who she is.

"Good evening, Lady Dorothy." With a faint charming smile on his face, Mark took the other man's hand very naturally and gave an elegant kiss.

"You're the first to arrive."

"That's as it should be."

Mark sat down in the guest seat and began to talk to Dorothy about what was not there.

After a short time, three daughters from different baronial families arrived one after another. They are Ardé, Gody, and Avina.

The advent of a group of young ladies made Mark dream of returning to the college campus to watch the flower beauty pageant, and he would definitely not be as dark as looking at Sister Hong Kong, which was at least an eye-catching level.

Considering that there are no evil ways such as eye-opening and microplastic surgery in this world, in fact, this needs to give them extra points.

In addition, the corset is very unfriendly to the body of a lady, but in this era, it is one of the biggest evil arts for women, at least with the ability to terraform for a short period of time. As long as it is not strangled to a broken bone or even suffocation, its existence fully proves that beauty can be achieved at a small cost, and this formula is valid.

After Mark greeted the three, Dorothy's butler arrived.

After greeting everyone, he cleared his throat: "Tonight's story meeting, according to Mr. Destini's request, we have made some ...... The special arrangement is designed to make the ladies feel like they are in the real world. ”

"Really? I'm looking forward to it more and more. Miss Yaldet looked surprised, and everyone nodded.

"Rest assured, it's all just the show, and our servants are at the edge of the hall, as long as anyone shouts 'I can't stand it, please turn on the lights!' We will terminate the show immediately. As soon as the housekeeper raised his hand, the four black-clothed waiters put on a black hood for themselves in front of him, except for two eyes, the whole person was black.

Lady Dorothy laughed and raised an envelope in her hand: "This is an adventure story meeting, and it is also a test of courage, and the most timid one will be punished mysteriously afterwards." ”

"Oooo Definitely not me. ”

"It was definitely Anvina who went out first."

"Humph! I don't! ”

A group of warblers and swallows teased each other.

The butler waited for them to finish playing, and continued: "In addition, there are some small props, all of which are specially treated props. ”

The butler took out a toy sword and scabbard that was obviously made of rubber and handed it to Mark, along with ...... Mark's dead revolver.

Mark smiled, "It's a fireworks bomb made of a very small amount of gunpowder. ”

He pulled the trigger casually, and the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, as well as a sound similar to that of a cannon drop.

For the sake of prudence, he even opened the drum in public, showing that there was only a little gunpowder with the thickness of a fingernail inside, and there were no empty cartridges, let alone live ammunition.

Mark smiled, "Then ...... The story will begin. ”

"Good!"

The eyes of the ladies were filled with complicated feelings of excitement, excitement, and a little fear. Because of their status, they have no real freedom, and this kind of salon has become a rare entertainment for them.

Of course, they came to see Mark today, which did not prevent them from taking the opportunity to vent their long-suppressed emotions.

Mark and the four ladies sat around the long four-meter-long and two-meter-wide table in the middle of the room, and in front of everyone, Dorothy's butler stood in the other corner of the table, put on a miserable white mask, and made a buzzing sound from behind the mask.

According to the script he received in the afternoon, Mr. Butler, who acted as a GM and helped with a cameo role, spoke: "Gentlemen, ladies, the Abandoned Castle Adventure Fright Night, start now. ”

As the words fell, the 'waiter' Garrian on standby at the edge of the hall pulled down the electric switch, and the whole room was suddenly dark because even the windows were closed with thick curtains.

As the ladies snorted, a bright light rippled on the table.

It was the glow of a portable gas lamp.

Of course, the dim light could not illuminate this hall of nearly 100 square meters, and the faint and constantly flickering light barely extended to two or three meters away, and nothing could be seen further away.

Even the chaise longues four meters away, you know that they are there, and with all your eyes, you can only see a blur.

Even if several ladies are already familiar with the furnishings of this salon, there is a fresh sense of excitement in their hearts at this moment.

"Oooo Even Dorothy, the eldest, let out a soft sigh.

At this moment, the atmosphere and the expectations of the four audience members were filled at the same time.

It's a bit like the script kill that Mark played before the time crossing, only this time the four ladies are purely acting as spectators.

The butler picked up the script, and his voice was slightly excited: "Mark! See this majestic and deserted castle? Wealth and mystery await us. ”

"But, Parker, where is the Earl's bedroom?" Mark then endorsed.

At this moment, the butler who played Parker seemed to be about to speak, when suddenly there was a rustling sound on their right hand.

"Ahh Goadili screamed softly, and then covered her mouth with her hand. In the dim light, she nodded sheepishly and motioned to continue.

The ladies don't know the script, the two gentlemen do. It was the bitter Joseph who tied a large handful of twigs and leaves to his buttocks, and on all fours at the edge of the hall and with a crawling voice.

Not to mention, even if the person concerned knows what's going on, it still sounds scary.

Mark couldn't help but think of the ghost of the [Heartless Demon].

He suddenly laughed at himself in his heart: There is a whole team of night watchmen in this house, and I am afraid of a ghost!

The butler also seemed to be muttering in his heart, and dutifully he kept talking: "What is that voice?" ”

Mark looked around: "Wait, where is my classmate Lu Sifang?" ”

He picked up the lantern on the table and turned it around with his arm, as if he was really looking for his inexplicably missing companion.

At this time, the four ladies were already in the state and were a little frightened.

Some of them covered their mouths with fans, and some took the hands of their companions with trembling looks.

As if to reassure the ladies, the butler put a saucer in the middle of the table in everyone's sight as Mark put the lantern back, and then placed a white object.

In the dim light, ethereal white smoke could be seen waving away.

Silent, like an inexplicable mist in the dark night.

Actually, it was a piece of dry ice, which is solid carbon dioxide. This is something that can be made with simple substances such as baking soda and vinegar, and it can also be used as a fire extinguisher.

In this atmosphere, even if there are kerosene lamps, a feeling of darkness spreading immediately captures the hearts of every audience.

This time, even Dorothy, the most daring, joined the other three girls, secretly moving her chair closer to where Mark was.

"Wait! Who? What was that? This should have been a line from the script, and Mark couldn't help but read it with a hint of trill.

On the other side of the table, the butler suddenly jumped onto the table on all fours.

The butler's neck erupted with a crisp "click" sound like fried beans. In front of a man and four women, the butler's head slowly turned 180 degrees along with the miserable white mask on his face......